Could You Send Me An Angel Poem by Hillfigure Sackey

Most complex of days he came to me
My angel, an angel I cried out for.
Out to whom I dare not say, know or care to think, the day he came marks the pinprick of much realisation. There he stood, centred between a complex day, a complex weather and a complex girl. He stood higher than life because there I had placed him; my angel.

Could you send an angel,
Could you send me an angel
Could you please send me an angel, to carry me.

On a day when fog and sunshine lived in chaos he came, he came
when sun and fog fought for acquisition over a day very much a battlefield, much too complex. My angel came cane in hand; without his wings.

“Excuse me do you need assistance crossing the road” I asked
“Yes please”

Two words, two exquisite words fell on my deafened ears, ears deafened by a sound so heart impaling in its divine sweetness; to hear such a voice from a man so large, truly my angel. With voice so sweet I look up high past life only to fall into eyes which’s blue crystal like beauty paled against that which fog spat out at sun. Most wondrous eyes; an angels’ eyes, so very trusting he extends his hands for guidance but it is he who guides me; past trusting, miles ahead of bravery at the forefront of living.